Stomped on the spinetrapped beneath a black bootCan you hear the angels singing?Gabriel's trumpet? Well I'vedeveloped a messiah complex and a wrath to..
High priestess ofporcelain saintsCatching glimpses of her sweetness in theorange grove sheknelt down and placed at herfeeta bowl of milk and ayellow t..
You spent four months writingnursery rhymes for a baby thatyou would never knowandtonight,you're shaking like a newborn calf,under the waning moonLayi..
I have never been baptized but I devoted my faith into something higher when my head went under frigid water. A grey canvas washed clean; replenished ..